"Soshite bouya wa nemuri ni tsuita. . .ikizuku hai no naka no honoo," the lilting voice continued to sing. Whilst he was cradling a small child in his arm, they were at the porch, his feet dangling at the edge, with the white moon overlooking them.
"Hitotsu. . .futatsu to ukabu fukurami itoshii yokogao. . ." though unconsciously or not, his hand dug into the child's hair and combed through it's silky locks, gently combing through the mahogany hair.
"Daichi ni taruru ikusen no. . .yume. . .yume. . ." the dulcet toned voice continued.
There was the rustling of leaves somewhere, probably caused by the slight wind that was passing by. But he felt a presence nearby, shrouded by darkness, he couldn't make out exactly who was currently spying him. Though there was a guess.
"Hey, Neah?" the child called, still not quite asleep yet.
"Yes," he immediately responded.
"When will Mana, come back?" the child continued to ask, voice dripping with thick tiredness.
Neah hum in reply, contemplating all the possible answers before he actually reply to that question. "I don't know," he admitted, sighing softly as he slumped back, using his hands to hold his sitting position. "Mana comes and goes, it's always unpredictable," like the wind.
"He's always travelling," Neah continued, gazing up at the sky ahead. "A Walker perhaps," he laugh at his own joke.
Then, he looked back down at the supposed sleeping child, meeting the curious silver gazes that seemed to twinkle with innocence just like the stars above. "But he will come back soon," he spoke out, smiling slightly. "He always does, and when he comes, he will tell us of his great adventure,"
There was the sound of screaming, the cries of the wind, and there was the lilting moonlight. . .fading as it was being blocked by the upcoming cloud. The symphony of nature followed soon after, with branches creaking and leaves rustling. The foreboding of a storm.
"Do you love him, Neah?" the child continued to quench his curiosity. Not quite understanding the meaning behind the word 'love' as he never experience it before.
Neah was quiet for awhile, startled by the question. Then, he put back his smile and pinched the child's cheek. "Of course I do," he answers, releasing the now swollen cheeks. "He's the only company I have,"
"What about me?" the child interjected, suddenly fueled by defiance.
Neah laugh, his face being shadowed by the absent of light and fell into silence. The winds kicked up again, pushing away the cloud like a curtain unraveling, moonlight spilled over, illuminating the child and now, he seemed to glow. A faint halo emanating like a fog, covering his entire figure.
"Time is. . .awful. It does things to people." Neah says slowly, looking into the child's silver eyes that seems to glow slightly. "One day, time will be an uncrossable ocean,"
"Then. . ." the childlike voice continued, maybe it was because he was a child.
That dark toned of voice surprised him, not once had he heard such a young child said something in such a threatening manner.
"Why not destroy it?" the child continues to say, looking at the older figure with bright, innocent eyes.
"Why not destroy time?"
"AhhHhhh!" the last person screamed in a painful manner, clutching his open chair before falling onto the ground with a loud plop.
He stared at lifeless body with boredom, no signs of emotion appearing on his face. Red was a beautifully crafted mask, so perfect that even he couldn't remove it once worn. And so was Allen. Innocence was a pesky thing, chaining it's user onto following orders from the people in command. Making his own body betray himself.
He simply stood there, on the mountain of lives that he had taken. There were even children among them, not yet touched by the dirty hands of the world. And at times like this, he had so wanted to be part of them, to be at the other end of the blade and just end with them. Killing innocent people, it cost everything you are.
"Hah. . .hah. . ." he breathed heavily, trying to calm down his erratic heart. Cause shit, if he went into a fit at this moment. . .he would be in so much trouble.
But even so, he couldn't quiet ignore the maniacal laughing. There wasn't anyone else alive here, just himself. This voices had been plaguing him for a long time ago, ever since he was found by that despicable man, his ever beloved Cardinal. He clutched his head, pulling the bangs that was framing his face to the back. Panic. . .he was panicking. . .which was bad.
"Gin no hitomi no yuragu yoru ni. . .umare ochita kagayaku omae. . ."
He starts to sing. For some reason, that song had always managed to calm him down, even in a more chaotic mess.
"Ikuoku no toshitsuki ga. . .ikutsu inori wo tsuchi e kaesshitemo. . ."
Ah, there was red everywhere. . . flowing crimson. . .warm puddles of blood. . .He wants to get away from here. The stench of decaying bodies was too much for him, suffocating him to the brink of madness.
And so, without any hesitance, he left. Leaving all the burning crimson behind.
He returned back to the looming building that people he know would call home, Black Order, where people were trained to become dogs.
It was dark, of course it was dark idiot. It was in the middle of the night.
He really didn't want to do anything aside from sleeping, and his roommate was probably sleeping so there was a bonus. He stepped into the building, passing the giant-steel door, that for some reason, didn't made any noise when he pushes it. The hallway was empty and the lanterns lit, it was like a scene from a horror movie.
This was a horror movie.
The walk back to his room took roughly twenty-minute, if the five that he took to tie his shoelace didn't count. And just like he had predicted, Kanda was sound asleep. He curses the person that had putted the both of them together, but at least, it was better then being with Lavi. As unlike Lavi, Kanda will actually sleep and not annoy the last shred of sanity he had left-
"Phmfht!" Just as he was about to compliment that bastard, he just had to ruin his own image.
"What?" He hissed, clutching at the thing that he was just thrown at in his hand.
There was the rustle of fabric, and he know that Yuu Kanda is awake. "You smell horrible. Go take a bath," was his answer from the long-haired Japanese.
Oh, how much he want to throw something at him, presumably sharp, presumably heavy, a dagger perhaps. Well, he almost did, until he realize that he was tired and this was a waste of time, so instead of fighting back with Kanda, he just went to the bathroom that the both of them shared.
"Allen," Kanda called, a reminder of who he was. "Don't forget to sleep after this,"
Allen stopped in his tracks, mouth opening to reply but in then end stayed shut. In the bathroom, he cleansed himself.
He stepped out in an oversize, long-sleeved shirt, where it hung loosely over his lean frame. Pants wasn't an option to sleep, but boxers, yes, so no dirty ideas. This isn't that sort of fic or I would had change to ratings.
"Watashi wa inori tsuzukeru. . .douka konoko ni ai wo-"
"You're singning that song again," Kanda said boredly, shifting his position so he's lying on his side to see Allen.
"Tsunaida te ni kisu wo. . ." Allen finally stopped singing, meeting the bored gaze of Kanda who was lying on the bed besides him/
"What's gotten to you again?" Kanda ask, knowing Allen so well after all the time they had become partners with each other.
"I don't know," Allen admitted. "Everything is a mess,"
Kanda closed his eyes, changing his position so he was lying on his back. "Go to sleep. . ."
"Gin no hitomi no yuragu yoru ni. . .umare ochita kagayaku omae. . ." the young adult continues to sing.
The drooling womb of continues to make a mess outside, noisy and just plain annoying. It stops the child from quickly sleep.
"Ikuoku no toshitsuki ga. . .ikutsu inori wo tsuchi e kaesshitemo. . ." he sung into the child's ear, trying to block away any unnecessary noise of thumping water droplets and the growling thunder.
"Watashi wa inori tsuzukeru. . .douka konoko ni ai wo. . ." there was another presence in the room, hostile and foreign. It had been a long time since he had a trespasser.
"Tsunaida te ni kisu wo,"
The sound of footsteps same closer, sounding akinly to the gentle taps of raindrop outside. He didn't glance back at the trespasser, knowing full well at who it was.
"What are you doing here, Road?" he ask, covering the child's ear to block any unnecessary noise, it took him much hardship to get the child to sleep in the first place.
The other's voice came out frustrated, and clearly unsatisfied. "What are you doing, Neah?"
He doesn't know.
I'm going to take a short brake from my previous story, trying to refresh my mind. I'd always wanted to do this story and it took me awhile to plan this out.
Thank you for all your reviews. And I'm sure to you readers who had read my previous story, understands that the italics will stand for the past, a flashback or something that concern of backstories or the time before. Sometimes I'll do poetry for that, which makes people not understand what's going on.
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With love,
Mana
